I know I can't think anymore
I haven't really got the time for thinking
I sometimes think God's laughing at us
I've no idea what he is doing
Maybe I'm erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?
Maybe I'm flirting with the dark?
There's no substance to the modern approach
There's no substance to the modern approach
There's no substance to the modern approach
I don't begrudge the fact at all
Taking time for personal things
But it's cold, I'm tired and I'm going home
To deface this angel of her wings
Maybe I'm erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?
Maybe I'm flirting with the dark?
There's no substance to the modern approach

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